Sunday, August 03, 2008
I felt really strange, emptying that bag of ashes under that tree. What was supposed to be a gathering of friends and family turned out to be just Brendan and myself, and neither of us could think of anything appropriate to say.
We went to the spot, and, of course, it was crawling with bikers and RV-ers, so we hung around, hoping they would all go away. Most of them did, and those left were occupied with their own concerns, so we unobtrusively left the earthly remains of Jim there, and stood quietly, cherishing the act and the place.
I thought of Paul and Addy, as the wind sighed softly through the trees, and I thought about Jim. It seems so unfair that all that was left of that vibrant, brilliant, life-loving man was a little pile of ashes set among the wildflowers.
I thought I should cover those ashes with some leaves or something, but, in the end, left them to blow as they would.
I hope it has rained, and they are now a part of the earth.